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paradisalogs2013-06-30 07:01 pm
hatesgoodbyes) wrote in paradisalogs2013-06-30 07:01 pm
I cheated myself; Like I knew I would
Who: Tex and Church
What: Checking in on him after the LW events
When: After returning from San Diego
Where: Church's room
Rating: r for profanity
It was just fucking great that the place would do something like this. No sooner had she gotten Church to the hotel to start looking over him then they were back at this place.
She didn't bother to try to reach him through the journal, she knew where his room was and she would just go look him up herself. She was just going to make sure he was functional because as bad as it was here him being utterly messed up would be worse. It would be like inconvenient.
The grumbling was undoubtedly quiet up until the moment she spotted the name on the door. Knock? Yeah right. Not like there was anything she hadn't seen before, so she just let herself in.
"Hey, wanted to say I've gotten used to doing repairs and--WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
What: Checking in on him after the LW events
When: After returning from San Diego
Where: Church's room
Rating: r for profanity
It was just fucking great that the place would do something like this. No sooner had she gotten Church to the hotel to start looking over him then they were back at this place.
She didn't bother to try to reach him through the journal, she knew where his room was and she would just go look him up herself. She was just going to make sure he was functional because as bad as it was here him being utterly messed up would be worse. It would be like inconvenient.
The grumbling was undoubtedly quiet up until the moment she spotted the name on the door. Knock? Yeah right. Not like there was anything she hadn't seen before, so she just let herself in.
"Hey, wanted to say I've gotten used to doing repairs and--WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
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“Yeah, that’ exactly fucking it. So I’m just going to leave before I jealously punch your pretty new body.”
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If she's not jealous why was she being such a bitch about this? Yeah fine, it was a surprise but come on, that can't be the reason she's all bent out of shape.
"Well if that's not it then what the fuck is it?!"
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It hurts, it is making big tuff Tex want to curl into herself and just shut down. Because the last time she saw that face she'd said goodbye.
"It's nothing. I gotta go."
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She didn't want to tell him what was going on... she never fucking told him what was going on. So why the fuck bother.
So why did it bother him so much? Because it did. Maybe it was because he liked to think that there had been a time when she would have talked to him... told him what was bothering her. Those days were long over, felt like a lifetime ago.
"But you're a shit liar."
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She had been controlling her temper, the hurt made it easier to fall into pacivity than lashing out. But he was so good at pushing her buttons, he could set her off faster than anyone.
This wasn't exactly something she could tell him, not something she was even sure she could say out loud.
"And I'm a great fucking liar."
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They pushed each others buttons, sometimes intentionally and sometimes not. He wasn't sure which it was this time. All he knew was that he was catching shit for something that didn't seem like it justified it. For reasons she wouldn't explain.
It was just so damned frustrating. He thought things had been going pretty good between them. He should have realized it wasn't going to last.
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Well you got her talking now, talking and moving. She hooked her arms around to grab his and shove him back against the wall, flat of her forearm pinning his throat there as she leaned in close, his own reflection staring back at him in her visor.
"You've got a body, a real one now. More real than this anyway." She flexed her fingers in the suit as a gesture of explanation. "So take it an live whatever normal kind of life you can. Keep away from the Freelancers. You get a second chance here." One she wasn't going to get.
Her voice softened, the hand not pinning him moved to gingerly touch just the edge of his cheek. Felt real, she could tell there were differences of density and texture but a hell of a lot more like a living body than what she had. "So just let it go."
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Eyes flick over to her hand as it flexes, he can hear just the faintest hint of the servos. His first thought is that she still sounds envious. But then she's brushing his cheek and he can't help but lean into her touch, just a few centimeters.
"I have the blueprints." Obviously he isn't letting this go. Because it sounds too much like letting her go and he can't do that. He's never been able to do that. He never will.
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"And?" So what if he had blueprints? What did that mean?
Well aside from that someone left instructions on how to build a body like he had. After that sank in she back, damn near staggered but regained her footing and dropped her arms back from him.
"Are you saying that another body could be made?"
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Now he was stuck thinking about that touch and knowing there was no way he could return it. And it fucking sucked.
"Yeah, maybe... I think." He ran a hand through his hair absently. "I have to find someone who can understand them."
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"I could take a look at them, Don't know how much they would be like anything I've worked on but..who knows, right?" She's forcing a level, nonchalant tone in her voice, trying to keep that part of it casual.
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He goes over to little terminal he uses to access CastleNet and works through the encryption to access the prints.
"But you know, I'm not exactly good with computers and mechanics and all that shit."
He shrugs and offers her the chair once the blueprints come up. Most of the plans are surprisingly straightforward and easy to understand, but the neural net is far beyond what they're used to.
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"Fuck." She could understand about half of what she was looking at, but there were things here..processing interfaces that worked like neural pathways to give the reactions of a realistic human body. Pupillary response, involuntary reflexive actions, breathing for coolant of the interior parts..there was shit here far beyond anything she'd ever dealt with and with that her head fell and what hopes had soared in the past two minutes crashed down.
"This is really fucking specialized, no robotkit shit here. You'd need someone like your friend who understood these kinds of things, someone that could work on a nanotech level and a shop that could handle all that. The parts fabrication along would require... "
Yeah best not to beat that dead horse, right? She just pushed away from the desk and stood. "But you've got yours and that's good. Like I said it gives you a chance for something almost normal."
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Fuck! Why did the castle have to send Harper back?!
Why hadn't he asked Harper sooner, he could have had a body here waiting for her. This was such bullshit!
"Tex, we'll figure something out."
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And face it Church, keeping the inanimate form of you on again off again girlfriend around would be way fucking creepy. It
s probably for the best that you didn't do that.
"I've got a few bugs to work out too so I'm going to work on that. I'll see you around." Because really this was getting painfully awkward.
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His shoulders slump and he tries like hell not to look disappointed. Or worse hurt. Even though he feels like shit about this whole situation.
Which of course means that instead of letting himself acknowledge that pain, he'll just cover it up with bullshit anger. Because it's better to be angry than hurt.
His posture changes to reflect that, shoulder square again and he sets his face in a carefully neutral expression.
So fine, fuck her! If she wants to be a bitch let her.
"Yeah, sure. See you around."